Chapter 2081

Freya paused for a moment before absentmindedly setting her phone down. As she drifted into thought, Bryan's voice suddenly rang out from behind her. "Frey." She swiftly regained her composure, hiding the brief flash of panic on her face behind her usual confident, aloof expression. She glared at him and snapped, "What are you even here for? We're done. Keep bothering me, and it won't just be a slap next time." "You can't just say we're over without me agreeing to it," Bryan shot back, his demeanor shifting instantly as the meekness disappeared, replaced by newfound confidence. Freya looked him up and down, her gaze filled with contempt. "Do you really think your opinion matters?" Bryan seemed to have forgotten his place—he was merely a plaything, something she could cast aside whenever it suited her. Toys, after all, didn't get to have a say. "Then what about Chandler's opinion? Does it matter?" Bryan asked, his lips twisting into a sly smile. "What are you implying?" Freya's